My White Knight

My white knight

Not a Lancelot, nor an angel with wings

Just someone to love me

Who is not ashamed of a few nice things

My white knight

What my heart would say if it only knew how

Please dear, Venus

Show me how

All I want is a plain man

All I want is a modest man

A quiet man, a gentle man

A straightforward and honest man

To sit with me in a cottage somewhere in the state of Iowa

And I would like him to be more interested in me

Than he is in himself

And more interested in us than in me

And if occasionally he'd ponder

What makes Shakespeare and Beethoven great

Him I could love 'til I die

Him I could love 'til I die

My white knight

Not a Lancelot, nor an angel with wings

Just someone to love me

Who is not ashamed of a few nice things

My white knight

Let me walk with him

Where the others ride by

Walk and love him

'Til I die

'Til I die